Chapter 261

Chapter 261: Chapter 260 The third floor of Heaven and Earth was completely booked by the Young Master and his group. Perhaps some people aren’t aware of Young Master, but Ye Tianchen certainly was. In fact, Young Master was the precursor to the "Princeling Party," only previously, this group had caused such a stir that they controlled many aspects of Capital City’s powers, which drew the attention of the national leaders. It was then that the powers of various families restricted them, forcing them to be more subdued, hence the name change to Young Master.

However, Ye Tianchen knew that these second-generation heirs, having grown accustomed to being arrogant and domineering, would never tone down. Plainly put, Young Master is merely an organization where these privileged youths gather to be even more brazen and do as they please.

"Did you hear that, you’re looking for death, aren’t you? Get the hell out of here for us!" A bodyguard carrying a gun stepped forward and, looking fierce and fiendish, clearly intended to strike Ye Tianchen.

With a cigar in his mouth and his left hand in his trouser pocket, Ye Tianchen faced these two henchmen from Young Master with a smile, as if he hadn’t heard their words at all.

Another armed bodyguard frowned, rushed up to Ye Tianchen, and threw a punch his way, utterly arrogant and aggressive.

Crack!

That was the sound of bone breaking. The bodyguard who rushed at Ye Tianchen had his right wrist brutally snapped by Ye Tianchen before he even had the chance to scream. The other bodyguard swiftly reached for the handgun behind him, intending to pull the trigger at Ye Tianchen. Unfortunately, he wasn’t faster than Ye Tianchen. Just as he touched the handle of the gun, a figure came crashing down toward him—it was his comrade, whose right hand Ye Tianchen had just broken.

The two well-trained bodyguards, skilled though they were against ordinary people, were near helpless in front of Ye Tianchen, almost having no chance to counterattack before being beaten into incapacity by him.

"Do you... do you know what kind of people are on the third floor?" The bodyguard with a broken right hand, blood dripping and bones chillingly exposed, gritted his teeth as he spoke to Ye Tianchen, fear evident in his eyes. As for the bodyguard he had knocked down, his head hit the wall heavily, and he passed out.

"I know, isn’t it just the Young Master’s bunch?" Ye Tianchen said, continuing to walk forward.

"Then, then you still dare to go up there, even ten lives wouldn’t be enough!"

"You’re mistaken; it would be them who’ll die, not me. As for me, I still have many things to do and need to stay alive!" Ye Tianchen said with a smile to the bodyguard.

Upon hearing Ye Tianchen’s words, the bodyguard was completely stunned, not knowing if it was the severe pain from having his hand brutally broken or Ye Tianchen’s words that shocked him more. Sweat broke out on his forehead, and his face turned extremely pale. He couldn’t imagine what kind of person Ye Tianchen really was, knowing well that on the third floor were a group of influential, well-connected heirs and still daring to provoke them, seemingly disregarding this circle of elites completely—who was he?

Ye Tianchen slowly ascended to the third floor. Just as he reached the turn on the second floor, he suddenly spun around, a superpower bursting from the index finger of his right hand, piercing through the forehead of the remaining bodyguard, pinning him to the wall. The bodyguard’s left hand was just about to pull the trigger. It was as if he was seeking his own death.

When Ye Tianchen reached the third floor, he neither hid nor sneaked around; there was no need for it now. Even with his Superpower Perception, he already knew that within these three floors, every ten meters there was an armed elite bodyguard; yet this could not halt his steps. He came today to find Bai Wu, adopting the simplest and most direct method. Sometimes, when dealing with cunning and scheming individuals, delivering a punch is the most effective strategy, avoiding useless chatter that wastes time.

"Who goes there?"

"Damn it, what are you waiting for, shoot!"

As soon as Ye Tianchen stepped onto the third floor, he walked toward the largest entertainment suite at the far end, and the moment he appeared, over ten elite bodyguards all drew their guns and expertly started firing at him. However, he had already invisibly set up the Superpower Isolation Net and formed a rectangular Superpower Light Shield in front of him.

These elite bodyguards, as they fired their guns and yelled, found their noises failed to travel beyond their immediate vicinity. Bullets hitting Ye Tianchen’s body had no effect whatsoever. All they could do was suck in a cold breath of air and charge ahead stubbornly. They were protecting the members of the Young Master faction, none of whom they could afford to offend — not that offending them was an option. Any slight harm to the Young Master faction would lead their family backers to literally tear them to pieces.

Right now, on the third floor, inside the largest private room, there was a mixed group of men and women, seemingly in their twenties or thirties, reveling wildly. This largest and most luxurious private room had everything: food, drinks, prostitution, gambling, plus porn and drugs — it was all exceptionally lavish. Each person was either lounging on sofas snorting some white substance, fooling around with women or deeply engrossed in their phones or computers.

In the grand hall’s dead center sat a man in a white suit, smoking a cigar, with ordinary looks and a height of about 175cm. His eyes frequently swept his surroundings. He appeared to be in his early twenties, the only person without women clinging to him, and instead was flanked by two assassins wearing black sunglasses – this man was Bai Wu.

Bai Wu was once just a minor player in the Young Master faction, just like Ye Tianchen. Back then, they were insignificant, in the faction merely to be ordered around or even abused. At that time, the Bai family was a third-class family, barely managing to maintain their status; meanwhile the Ye family by Tianchen’s generation had also degraded to a third-class status in Capital City and was even risking further demotion, so who else could they bully if not these two?

However, Bai Wu was now nothing like he used to be; he suddenly became the second-in-command of the Young Master faction, and it wouldn’t be an overstatement to call him the de facto leader, especially since the faction’s actual leader, after the foolish Chen Jiang was murdered, had always been operated by a mysterious person. Bai Wu could be described as the spokesperson for the Young Master faction’s secretive leader, a person whom virtually nobody had ever met, nor did they know if Bai Wu had.

For someone who had never even shown their face to become the leader of these tyrannical Young Masters, it was unquestionably unacceptable given their arrogant and unruly nature. And after Chen Jiang’s assassination, these privileged scions surely fought for the position, yet to be subdued by this mysterious person suggested an exceptionally daunting character.

Ye Tianchen knew the Young Masters quite well: uneducated, arrogant due to their family backgrounds, seeing everything and everyone beneath them – basically, already at the point where they thought ’I am the best,’ convincing these Young Masters required substantial effort.

"Master Bai, why didn’t you invite some top celebrities today for some fun?" asked a tipsy young man around eighteen or nineteen, holding a glass of red wine with a laugh.

"Yeah, Brother Wu, last time you called that Bingbing, she was awesome. This time I heard Xin Ru also arrived in Capital City, why not invite her for the full package too?" another man, in his twenties, also smoking a cigar, chimed in.

"Get lost, you’re just into older women. I think that Mimi is pretty awesome, her ’oral skills’ are top-notch, and that Shishi, she can hug really tightly..." scoffed the teenager contemptuously, glancing at the man beside him.

"Damn, your dad’s the head of the Press and Publication Administration, so you could blacklist any female celebrity at the drop of a hat. Just a word from you, and which girl wouldn’t kneel down and lick your boots?" another man said lewdly laughing.

"You guys are so wrong. To be honest, I’ve had nearly a hundred female celebrities kneeling for me, each no different from a prostitute, at most they’re just high-class escorts. But these top escorts are naturally for us influential folks to mess around with, though all of them are like washed-out veterans, knowing only too well how to pleasure a man. They’ve been done by countless guys, totally boring!" scoffed the young man disdainfully.

Bai Wu was momentarily stunned and smiled wryly at these young masters. Usually, he would have indulged in debauchery with them. For this group, there was no woman they couldn’t get, no deed they couldn’t do.

Describing them with the phrase ’Call the Wind and Summon the Rain’ wasn’t an overstatement; they’d been born with silver spoons in their mouths, truly idle to the point of vexation, which is why they constantly sought thrilling deeds. To these young masters who never lacked money and knew nothing practical, besides indulging in pleasures, what else was there to do?

"Second-in-command, you’ve seemed rather gloomy these days, what’s up? Did some female star not serve you well? Just say the word, and I’ll have her buried alive, make her disappear forever!" said the young man with the wine glass, sitting down next to Bai Wu as he saw that Bai didn’t respond.

"Have you guys heard about Ye Tianchen recently? He seems to have returned to Capital City!" Bai Wu furrowed his brow and casually mentioned.

At Bai Wu’s words, the Young Masters who were reveling paused their activities. Ye Tianchen was once a member of the Young Master faction but had long since left. Recently, news about him had been everywhere in Capital City, a fact known to all. Hearing Bai Wu bring up Ye Tianchen indeed surprised everyone. (To be continued. If you like this novel, please visit Qidian (qidian.com) to vote and support the author. Your support is my greatest motivation.)